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    Sippin' Poet #8: Obstacled Union

    You’re a welcoming warmth of release
    To an untamed devil with eccentric charms.
    Use to a returning tray of cloud
    She came in with a strange entrance, ringing alarm.
    Let the confusion and disputes unwrap
    Our differences quickly interact
    But our weirdness finds a way to relax
    Into a pool of ridiculous prosperity.

    A complex fit to two paranormal worlds
    There’s no reason for this bliss, I’m sure.
    My charm that tears down large nations
    Getting you bothered and breathless.
    Try not to forget your obligations
    As I kiss and let my hands explore
    A very wrongful sensation you continually adore
    With no reason to fully allow in
    But you can’t help to just give in.

    Slow and calm yourself down now, woman
    As we cause earthquakes with our destructive temples.
    My apple in your mouth, I am the filth
    Corrupting a once flower, I’ll respectfully accept the bill.
    Ms. So-called innocent with pleasures of burning wax
    It’s no wonder we’re at times intact.
    Mutuals attempt to push forward that fact
    But we just can’t let it be… or I can’t…

    Some feelings of doubt underneath layers of suns and droughts
    And instead of just numbing numbing numb thoughts
    I’ll let myself go and enjoy the ride.
    I’ve already let you inside
    Just promise me you won’t bite
    As I’ll excavate through your body, that WonderLand
    Where I quench my thirst as you quiver
    And my tongue welcomes your shivers.

    A sting’s a sting, and not of the sweet kind
    And your sweet sting I’ll try to bare
    As we’re held together rather close and near
    Strange duplications in a twisted fucked up sphere
    Where there’s constant troubles of portals forever spacing our plans
    While you search through time to attempt to find me.
    I’m not an image of perfection
    Yet you love my affection.
    Why? I dunno, but I’ll try to comply.
    I said I’d try. There’s no right guarantee.
    My vodou can only go so far and no promise
    But I’ll try.

    So here we are, in front of this door.
    Are we in or are we out? Whatever it is, have no more doubts.
    I know my place You know our place.
    Follow me for once and don’t think.
    Just be.
    Appearances may visualize otherwise but I’ll attempt to meet
    At the crossroad half-way.
    Just for now allow yourself to be with me.
    So just be.

    You’re a welcoming warmth of release
    To an untamed devil with eccentric charms.
    Use to a returning tray of cloud
    She came in with a strange entrance, ringing alarm.
    Let the confusion and disputes unwrap
    Our differences quickly interact
    But our weirdness finds a way to relax
    Into a pool of ridiculous prosperity.

    A complex fit to two paranormal worlds
    There’s no reason for this bliss, I’m sure.
    My charm that tears down large nations
    Getting you bothered and breathless.
    Try not to forget your obligations
    As I kiss and let my hands explore
    A very wrongful sensation you continually adore
    With no reason to fully allow in
    But you can’t help to just give in.

    Slow and calm yourself down now, woman
    As we cause earthquakes with our destructive temples.
    My apple in your mouth, I am the filth
    Corrupting a once flower, I’ll respectfully accept the bill.
    Ms. So-called innocent with pleasures of burning wax
    It’s no wonder we’re at times intact.
    Mutuals attempt to push forward that fact
    But we just can’t let it be… or I can’t…

    Some feelings of doubt underneath layers of suns and droughts
    And instead of just numbing numbing numb thoughts
    I’ll let myself go and enjoy the ride.
    I’ve already let you inside
    Just promise me you won’t bite
    As I’ll excavate through your body, that WonderLand
    Where I quench my thirst as you quiver
    And my tongue welcomes your shivers.

    A sting’s a sting, and not of the sweet kind
    And your sweet sting I’ll try to bare
    As we’re held together rather close and near
    Strange duplications in a twisted fucked up sphere
    Where there’s constant troubles of portals forever spacing our plans
    While you search through time to attempt to find me.
    I’m not an image of perfection
    Yet you love my affection.
    Why? I dunno, but I’ll try to comply.
    I said I’d try. There’s no right guarantee.
    My vodou can only go so far and no promise
    But I’ll try.

    So here we are, in front of this door.
    Are we in or are we out? Whatever it is, have no more doubts.
    I know my place You know our place.
    Follow me for once and don’t think.
    Just be.
    Appearances may visualize otherwise but I’ll attempt to meet
    At the crossroad half-way.
    Just for now allow yourself to be with me.
    So just be.

    Posted originally: 2009-11-08 03:44:00
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